Cain

Shit, he said Lifemate. Wait, she sounded angry?

He turned to her and smiled, she was jealous. "I will, one day. It's what we call our mates. Instead of husband or wife, what have you. We mate for life, and unless we're stupid, we tend to have exceedingly long lives."

He took her hand, letting his fingers intertwine with hers and kissed the back of her hand. He wanted to explain it all, but with her independent mind he worried that a "destined" mate might care her to run the other direction. He had to let her believe that she was in control of her feelings for him.

"It's alright. We all have different words for things. It's not uncommon. I don't consider it judging. I don't really get those that don't. I mean, why mate if you don't intend to stay with them forever. It's not something that one should enter into quickly or without thought. And too many people are too quick to give up on something as soon as it stops being easy. And it's a shame, true love should always be worth the work."

They walked around the lake and he noted the passing of time. "Though, it's starting to get late. I should probably get you home before I have your brother after me." He smirked.

Cain blushed a bit. "I had intended to. I swear, I will never let anything like that happen to you or Ahmed ever again."

"Sounds like a plan." He wasn't leaving anyway. He intended to spend at least threthe next few night perched on her roof to make sure things went smoothly. He turned the radio on, classic rock and headed for her house. He couldn't help but sing along the way. He had always loved music, he used to listen to it and it was almost like he could feel again... And now he could and it was even better.

All too soon he arrived at her door. "Well, this is it, I suppose. Good night, Nefertiti and thank you for a wonderful evening. Let me know how it goes." He gently took her hand and kissed the back of it.

"Until tomorrow, your highness. Text me at anytime if you need anything." He smiled at his phone and started to shift, the sharp pain in his shoulder reminded him that he was going to have to go home tonight.

He drove home and walked into the the kitchen, dissolving his shirt as he went. He was going to have a drink then go lay in the dirt.

Cain smirked. "We went for a run, she tried to be cocky and ran up a tree and got stuck, refused to let me get her down, so she tried to jump to another tree, limb broke, I caught her.... After I took the branch to the shoulder. It sucks, but I'll be alright in the morning. Hey, I didn't have to call in back up this time! So, that's a plus!"

He poured himself a drink, "Want one?"